The Wistful Crossroads

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Elara, the magistrate’s voice cracked like dry timber, the King’s word is final. The palace gates were shut, but the sound of the argument had already leaked out into the freezing air of the courtyard, where the cobblestones were slick with ice and the breath of the guards plumed in the pale, early light. Elara stood at the threshold, her hands white-knuckled around the collar of a cloak. It...

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